It was finally your nameday.

Of course you looked forward to it every year, but with your father being the king it was more extravagant than you had ever dreamed of it being.

The geat hall had been decorated for the festivities, tables lined up and down the stretch of it; your father sat upon the iron throne at the head of it all, while your mother stood next to him.

Several lords had sent their best wishes, and a few even sent gifts.

You were happy.

But you were missing one person.

Your eyes scanned the room, before landing on a figure stood guard at a pillar. His armor glittering in the candlelight of the hall.

Jaime.

Oh, how you adored Jaime.

You smiled to yourself, wandering around the hall until you had snuck up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

It made him jump, his hand going to the pommel of his sword before he turned around and sighed in annoyance.

"I would've thought you've learned not to do that by now. You've only been doing it your entire life." His gaze softened at you, he cared for you, truly.

"Well I only wanted you to notice me." You gave a mock pout, and then smiled again.

"Everyone is aware of you tonight, princess. Trust me." He murmured, looking you up and down before he lightly tugged at your dress. "This is new."

"It was a gift."

"A gift..."

"From your father, lord Tywin wishes me well."

"Father has always had a soft spot for the crown." He gently stroked your cheek. "Almost as much as I do." He winked before letting you go. "Best get back to the festivities, your grace."

That made your heart beat in anticipation and hope.

But you had to be careful.